Dear psychosis, your unending season
is now the winter of MY discontent!
Lowly your voice howls within
the wintry confines of my mind.
Thickly your veil covers my eyes
and I feel a coexistence between
Hell, and peace. But what is reality?
The once-lived serenity of my beach
is beaten by waves of molten anxiety –
volcanic bursts of unease and defeat,
but I must face my pains and fears, now.
So, I dip my foot in, allowing myself
to be consumed with the fiery embrace
of Hell, and the veiled serenity of peace.







